In spite of waiting impatiently It's getting dark And The one I'm waiting for won't come As the sun sets I feel myself sunk in sorrow I feel myself sunk in deep sorrow
I told myself to not feel so sad But my face turned dark When I think about after this I feel dull pain through my temple I feel like I've been shot through my temple
I don't want to say things like “There is no help for it”or“goodbye” There must be something I can do
But it sucks to be too insistent There must be something I can do
It's time to raise my head up To be fortunate or not It's time to raise my head up It's up to myself It's time to raise my head up To be fortunate or not It's time to raise my head up It's up to myself
I might say the word “So long”or“goodbye”someday I might say the word “So long”or“goodbye”someday